Chapter 42: What Jellal?

“She’s a Dragon Slayer too? She doesn’t even get motion sick! How can she be a Dragon Slayer? Is this even normal?!”

In the eastern forest of Magnolia, Natsu bounced around shouting loudly.

He had many questions about the two newcomers, but the biggest one right now was: since they were all Dragon Slayers, why didn’t Wendy get motion sick?

Natsu got violently motion sick just riding in a carriage, yet Wendy had returned from far away on a train without any discomfort—this made Natsu feel it was terribly unfair.

“So Dragon Slayers get motion sick?”

After hearing Natsu’s complaint, Mo En finally learned that Dragon Slayers had this weakness—he’d lived with a Dragon Slayer all his life and had never noticed it.

“Laxus never mentioned it. That guy must’ve been gritting his teeth through it.”

Mo En mentally grumbled; this behavior perfectly matched Laxus’s personality—he’d never expose his weaknesses.

No matter how sick he felt, he’d always act calm and collected.

Even after Laxus had been a Dragon Slayer for years, no one in the guild knew about this weakness until Natsu arrived.

“I-I don’t know.”

Facing Natsu’s angry, yelling face, Wendy answered softly, looking timid.

But Natsu had no ill will toward her—he was simply blunt, saying exactly what he thought.

“Natsu! Itachi jerk! Don’t be so rough with new members!”

Seeing Wendy’s timid expression, Gray immediately stepped forward to defend her, confronting Natsu.

Defending Wendy was just an excuse—Gray’s real goal was to pick a fight with Natsu, to brawl with him!

“Itachi jerk! Itachi wanna fight?!”

Sure enough, the two exchanged barely three words before they were ready to throw punches.

Pure combat! Awesome!

“Stop fighting, both of Itachi!”

Seeing Natsu and Gray about to clash, Wendy’s eyes welled with tears—she didn’t know why, but whenever she saw Natsu agitated, or arguing with others, she felt like crying, as if she’d witnessed this scene before.

“Don’t mind them, Wendy. These two are always like this. Let them fight—it’s how they bond.”

Seeing Wendy trying to intervene but unsure how, looking ready to burst into tears, Mo En smiled and called her over—this child needed time to adjust.

“Is that really true, Mo En brother? But… are they really okay like this?”

Wendy looked doubtful, watching Natsu and Gray trading hard punches and kicks, worried they’d get hurt.

“Don’t be fooled—they may look wild, but they’re holding back. Haven’t Itachi noticed they’re not using magic at all?”

Mo En ruffled Wendy’s hair, soothing the kind girl.

Natsu and Gray’s fight was purely physical—punches, kicks, raw and tough—neither used magic.

Both knew that while sparring was fine, if it went too far, they’d face Mo En’s fists—and neither wanted to experience that.

“This isn’t right, Gray, Natsu. Itachi two should get along better.”

But unlike Mo En’s open-handed approach, Erza, who was beginning to show her edge, was stricter.

Watching Natsu and Gray tangled in combat, Erza walked over decisively—she clearly knew how to break up fights far better than Wendy.

“Thud! Thud!”

With two punches, Erza silenced both Natsu and Gray—they lay sprawled on the ground, their heads swollen with bumps, still steaming slightly—Wendy’s mouth dropped open in shock.

So this was how Itachi break up a fight?

Just knock everyone down and they stop fighting?

Wendy’s worldview felt shaken—she was terrible at breaking up fights; seeing arguments or fights made her anxious and tearful, and she didn’t know why.

Watching Erza in her armor, majestic and commanding, Wendy felt admiration—she wished she could be as strong as Erza.

“Wendy? Wendy!”

Seeing Wendy entranced, Mo En called her several times.

“Huh? What is it, Mo En brother?”

Wendy snapped back, looking at Mo En with confusion.

“That’s a bad example—don’t copy it. Understood? Don’t copy it. Just be yourself. Some things can’t be forced.”

Mo En’s expression turned serious as he instructed Wendy, who looked half-understanding.

Wendy and Erza were completely different in personality and style—forcing Wendy to imitate Erza would be a disaster. She needed to walk her own path.

As the de facto leader who had always treated the guild’s children like a breeding game, Mo En didn’t want to see gentle, adorable Wendy turn into someone like Erza—not because Erza lacked charm, but because Wendy becoming like her would feel utterly unnatural.

“Oh… I get it.”

Wendy nodded dazedly, unsure if she’d truly understood anything.

Mystogan walked over, watched the scene, and smiled silently—with Mo En here, he didn’t worry about Wendy being neglected.

Though Mo En was one year younger than him, he was mature and deeply caring toward the guild’s children.

“Jellal”

Seeing Mystogan, Wendy reflexively called out his real name.

“Shh!”

Mo En and Mystogan spoke simultaneously—Wendy instantly clapped her hand over her mouth, her wide eyes filled with panic at having made a mistake.

“Jellal? Wendy… did Itachi just say Jellal?”

Though Wendy’s voice had been quiet and immediately cut off by Mo En and Mystogan, Erza had sharply caught the name.

Erza abandoned the subdued Natsu and Gray, her eyes narrowing as she approached, glancing back and forth between Wendy and Mystogan.

“Uh…”

Wendy kept her hand over her mouth, eyes wide, utterly lost.

At that moment, Wendy truly didn’t know what to say—she feared saying more would make things worse, so she stayed silent.

“Wendy? Are Itachi alright? Are Itachi unwell?”

Seeing Wendy too flustered to speak, Erza’s first thought was concern for her health—she dropped the line of questioning.

Mo En and Mystogan exchanged a quick glance, both seeing the same helplessness in each other’s eyes—they’d never imagined that in this vast world, someone who knew Jellal from their world would appear in Fairy Tail.

On his first day at the guild, Mystogan had realized the problem.

Erza’s gaze at him carried clear confusion—like seeing someone familiar but not quite certain.

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